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“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, author of Wuthering Heights, was born on this day in 1818. (art by Rovani Cai)

So poor in human relationships; my life that is filled with poetry.

Hannes Caspar

Fire and Ice:

Lit from within my heart is a spring flower sighing in the wind #haiku

في لبنان ، وكذلك في سائر الدول العربية، هناك إنقسام حقيقي عميق بين الذين يريدون الإستسلام لإسرائيل ، والذين يريدون مقاومة إسرائيل . هذا هو الأساس ،والباقي كله تفاصيل.

كلُّ صباحٍ يهبك الله روحًا جديدة… فلا تنهض بقلبٍ عالقٍ في غروب الأمس. – جلال الدين الرومي

Sylvia Plath 🖤

A weak man reveals everything, intentions, feelings, frustration, because he wants to be understood. A Competent man reveals only what’s useful. And that filter turns every word into weight and every silence into psychological tension

"Rose, oh pure contradiction, delight of being no one's sleep under so many lids."

The most effective punishment isn’t public, it’s quiet. No warnings. No emotion. Just reduced access, withdrawn energy, and delayed response. You don’t react. You rewire their experience of you. That silence will haunt longer than any argument.

A masculine man is a spiritual man.

The strongest form of punishment is not revenge, it’s evolution. Grow so far, so fast, and so deliberately that they no longer feel qualified to speak your name without being reminded they were outpaced while they played games.

لا تُقِم في الأمس، ولا تُعلّق روحك بالغد… اللحظة التي بين يديك هي هدية الله لك، وهي المكان الوحيد الذي تستطيع أن تحبه فيه وتعبده فيه وتجد فيه سلامك. الماضي عبرة، والمستقبل أمانة، لكن الحاضر هو الحياة. – جلال الدين الرومي

“In this fire, I have seen a world in which every atom is a breath of Jesus.” — Rumi

The crunch of dead under my feet — they sigh of fading summer #haiku Tannourine. By my sister's grave, where the river of our childhood eternally runs.